I was awoken at 6am by the crashing waves of the North Norfolk coast.
Caravan life: meh.
It was a chilly night. Hurrah for hot water bottles.
My morning energy meant that I wanted to get things done, before the lethargy crept up and the day just started to drift.
But what to do in North Norfolk at 7am?
A pre-breakfast beach walk. Yes, that’s what I will do.
I saw only a single dog walker along the stretch from West Runton through to Sheringham sea front.
I was startled mid-walk by what I thought was someone creeping up behind me.
OOOH.
The cliffs were literally crumbling behind me, with the tide taking away some precious more inches of the coastline.
The swimming trunks have been packed, but it was a little too choppy out there for me to do the doggy paddle thing.
It was a slow, circular walk, taking in Sheringham hump. The history of the Y Station fascinates me. Standing on the concrete base where the Wrens did their bit for King and Country was quite an early morning moment.
Steady the buffers.
Some stiff porridge back in the van filled the gap. I optimistically allowed myself an extra dollop of my Dad’s hair thickening shampoo.
LIVE THE DREAM, Jase.
It was a rock ‘n’ roll Friday morning with Ken Bruce’s Pop Master quiz.
The Golden Slumbers sweep sounded glorious.
Funky Friday with @RobertElms livened up the mood.
I edited some snaps from the morning walk, had some home made soup, and then boarded the Brompton for an afternoon ride out to Blakeney.
I timed the descent into the Glaven Valley to perfection, being treated to a personal appearance of a roaring steam train passing along the Poppy Line.
It’s been a few years since I have ‘climbed’ the contours of this part of the world. I found my rhythm on the Brompton and pretty much had a smooth ride towards the other end of the coast.
Blakeney was beautiful, if a little barren at this time of the season. I took a few photos, and then didn’t wait for the light to fall.
Tea and recuperation took place back at the van.
There’s fighting talk of my debut at the Sheringham Park Run in the morning.
Oh Lordy.